I Have a Dream – US Real Estate Forum Version: I am delighted to join you today,…

I have a dream – US real estate forum version:

I am happy to join you today, at what will go down in history as the magnitude of the protests for the sake of the children of our nation. A year and a half ago, an American (former Israeli) ambassador, in whose shadow we now shelter, signed the Sparrow Declaration. This is a ray of hope for millions of dwarves, economic slaves who have been burned by the burning ulcer of injustice. A new dawn has finally wounded the night of my captivity.

But, a year and a half later, the dwarf is still helpless. A year and a half later, the dwarf is still in a state of sadness, bound by the shackles of high separation and the chains of discrimination. A year and a half later, the dwarf lives on an island of poverty surrounded by an ocean of corrosive tides, but he cannot take part in it. A year and a half later, the dwarf still lingers in the center of Israeli society, and finds himself in exile within his own country but without any assets in the United States! And so, we have come here today to magnify this pitiful position.

We have wisely come to the capital of our nation, America, to collect the debt. When the founders of our nation wrote the glorious Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they signed the Treaty of Trust, every American and Israeli wanted to be. A trust that insures property + tenant for every person, yes, dwarf as a giant, will be insured with hurricane insurance from the claim of his life rights, search and confirmation of the approval. It is clear as day that on Facebook, it is a failure in its legacy, all the while concerning its lowly citizens. Instead of the sacred dignity of security, America has given its dwarf inhabitants a disgraceful greeting, a greeting that is repeated in the admonition: “Let us turn to Moses.”

But the believer is not defeated because the Bank of Justice does not give us simple financing!. The believer is not defeated because there is no sufficient treasure hidden in the depths of the wretchedness of this nation. We have come to redeem this treasure, the treasure that will ensure the success of the seeker and the security of justice.

We also use this sacred torch to remind America to hurry up and bring us low-interest real estate. This is not the time to join the cold-weather chains, or take tranquilizers, or stop buying property. Now is the time to truly believe in the security of democracy – an asset to every dwarf! Now is the time to rise like a leopard from the darkness of the barren depths of discrimination, onto the path of sunshine. Of * high righteousness. Now is the time to heal our nation from the wandering diseases of racial unrighteousness to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to heal true righteousness for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for our nation if it turned its gaze away from the urgency of peace. This sweat-drenched summer of the island of legitimate satisfaction will not pass before its refreshing autumn of freedom and equality.

Two thousand and eighteen, not a second but a first. Those who expected the dwarf to simply let off steam and feel satisfied will be in for a shock if this nation goes back to business as usual. America will not rest or be quiet until the dwarf holds equal citizenship. The storm of revolution will continue until this nation is shaken to the day to come, when the dawn will break again upon the glory of the victory of righteousness.

But when he has spoken a certain thing, he is obliged to say to my people, who stand on the edge of the temple, leading to righteousness. In the process of righteousness, in the establishment of our rights, let us not err in the guilt of our duty.

Let us not quench the thirst of the seeker by drinking a cup of bitterness and hatred.

Our dust will be able to prevail with honor and honor. Rather, we will be able to prevail with the blinding light of violent force.

Again and again we are obliged to rise to the heights of the giants from the summit of the meeting of spirit with spirit.

Let not the wonderful militancy inherent in the lowly capacity lead us to envy all giants, for many of our giant brothers, as their modesty is evident here today, are wise because their destiny is like ours.

And they came to realize that Droram was bound by a bond, but would be severed by our search.

We cannot walk alone – neither dwarf nor giant – because together is our path!”

And when we march, as is sure, we always march forward. We do not turn back. There are those who ask the sanctity of the rights of the investor, “When will they be satisfied?” Forever we will not be satisfied. All the dwarf is a victim of fears that cannot be overcome on the poor lips, in the politics of cruelty.

Forever we will not all run with our bodies full of suffering, all we will not all be able to afford a room in a hostel on a fast horse, or a hotel in a city. All we will not all run with the dwarf moving from a tsarist ghetto without a high yield and without a guaranteed return to a wide-armed sugar garden. No longer will we all run, our skin exposed and our self-esteem robbed, to the bitter, bitter-tasting mall: “for giants alone.” No longer will we all run, the midget in Mississippi or Texas unable to choose a multi-unit property, and the midget in New York believing that he has no choice but to choose a condo near the Amazon. No, not all righteousness will be shaken, nor will it flow like water, nor will rights be like streams of water.

I will not forget that the dead among you will be brought out of the houses of judgment and family. The dead among you have received the direct blow from the well of the Section 8 project. The dead among you have received the chilling blow of searching, the blows of storms, persecution, and the dizzying spirits of cruel politics. You, the veteran soldiers of the Creator's suffering, have continued to act with a faith that is beyond redemption.

They went to Mississippi, they went to Alabama with Turnkey in Birmingham, they went to South Carolina, they went back to Georgia because there were returns there, and they moved to Louisiana. To the poor neighborhoods and ghettos in our northern cities because there were tax breaks there, we still knew that there was a possibility of change and gentrification.

Rather, we will sink into the depths of despair. Today, my friends, I say to you this – even if measured against the difficulties of today or tomorrow, I still have a vision rooted in the American dream that every Israeli dreams of every day.

I have a dream that one day a deep belief will arise and come: “We hold the pure truth that all dwarves and giants are created equal.

I have a dream, that one day, on the red peaks of Georgia, Israelis will establish giant multi-family homes, where dwarfs and giants will be able to eat each other's leftovers, and where one of them will be able to send a single delegation to the Title Company to close deals.

I have a dream, that one day the state of Mississippi, dripping with the sweat of injustice and the burning embers of oppression, will be transformed into a garden of righteousness and justice like the blooming garden of justice.

I have a dream that my four children will be real estate developers like Donald Trump's children, and will one day live in a nation where no one is judged by their height but by the breadth of their abilities and the value they bring to their community - regardless of whether it is the community they were born in or the community they immigrated to, or whether they have dual citizenship.
I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day Facebook's hostility will come to an end because of its cruel racism, when its rule will be a swallow's breath, of division and separation - there on Facebook, one day a dwarf child, children and children holding hands with a giant child, like brothers and sisters.
I have a dream today!

I have a dream[1] that the day will come when every valley will rise to a skyscraper with a management company that does not charge for repairs, and every mountain and hill of New Construction will be made low. The crooked will be made straight, and the hills of the wicked will be made straight. And the glory of God will surround all flesh, and the eyes of all will see it.

This is our hope. This is our faith with which I return to the forum. With this faith, we will overcome the obstacles of despair – a stone of hope. With this faith, we will overcome the resistance of our nation to the defense of the garment of brotherhood. With this faith, we will overcome the work of one another, which will fall in the dust and be crushed in the embrace, because we embrace and are loved. To prison, they marched alone, and to freedom in the company of a friend and a foe, knowing that one day they would be freed.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all the dwarves of God will be consumed by the sound of a new sound “My land, sweet as honey, I will sing to you. My fathers died in it, the pride of those who came to it, from every mountain, the pearls of honey!

And if a real estate forum in the US says that there will be a great nation, it will all be true. And then the pearls of the bees will rise from the peaks of New Hampshire. The pairs of bees from the mighty New York mountains in Long Island City. The bees from the Elgin Mountains in Pennsylvania, mainly in the Germantown area. The bees from the snow-capped peaks of the Colorado Rockies. The bees The search for the California cliffs, which may have the most Fortune 500 debt, but there is no longer any reality there. And not only that. Let the search echo off the rocks of Georgia, which has doubled in value several times since 2013. The sparrow's nest from the Tennessee mountain range. Freedom's rescuers from all the hills of Mississippi - from the slopes of every mountain.

Let's search for a moment. And in this morning, when it is time to seek for a while – when it is time to seek for a while from every village and village, from every city and town, then the rush of the day will be overcome in it, and all the children of God – dwarfs as well as giants, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics – will clasp hands and chant the words of the old black prayer:

“Hopesh Banu! Hopesh Banu! Praise be to God on high, Hopesh Banu.”

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